Fast forward to the end of my worship of Miss Melanie, who I just couldn’t afford to see any more, and I was at a loss. I had my mags and mag-buying...of course, and very much enjoyed sitting in my van ogling the mags I’d just bought and the girls soon making me cum in my pants. But mags were getting more and more explicit. There weren’t go-go pubs any more, hadn’t been for a long time. The peep show booths had long since gone, and the only thing you had now in the Soho sex shops was nude shows,. . I have some family who are ... active in the occult, in Santeria, in fact. I just ... knew that you were supernatural somehow. You’re not ... the Antichrist, are you?” Sandra wondered aloud.“Why do people keep asking me that? No, technically, I’m not the Antichrist, but you know, strictly speaking, I was ... scheduled ... to be the Antichrist. Those plans ... are not quite in play anymore. Instead, I’m rewriting the canon. As in, editing Scripture. Some parts of the old plan are still in. Now take the vibrator and roll the condom up off of it and then for practice put it back on again, while I make sure you do it ok. That’s it, now pull it down tight. Now put it back in your pussy for a minute and fuck yourself with it. I turned on the vibrator to high speed and did it for a few minutes and almost had another orgasm. She said I think that’s enough for one day. Let us get dressed and go out for dinner to celebrate your becoming a young lady. She said pick out what you like. Instead, I took a wet cloth for her forehead. A few seconds later, she moved her head, whispering about the sun. Of course, the contrast between the pale sun indoors, and the merciless sun outside, was too drastic, I immediately understood. Her eyes were weak. I tried to be understanding, explaining that many people get dizzy in here. She shanked me for the help, but wanted to get up on her own, and quickly evaded from the scene.On the floor, she had left a small scarf, an expensive Italian.